Page 25 of Ridin' Solo
As was usual, her light was on, curtains closed. I could see her dark silhouette as she moved about the room. I imagined her naked in there, admiring her new dildo and thanking me profusely for it. She’d toss it over her shoulder and drop to her knees, looking up at me to say she finally wanted the real thing. My hand went to my covered cock, giving it a hard tug as I got into the daydream.
Oakley’s curtain fluttered and then whipped open in the blink of an eye. My hand froze, caught in the act. Oakley stood there in her pajamas with her arms above her head, her nipples hard enough to cut glass, and a wide expanse of bare stomach keeping me mesmerized.
She looked right at me, her left eyebrow rising.
Shit. My hand was on my dick. It was pretty obvious what I’d been doing before she’d opened her curtains. Whatever. Wyatt Smith didn’t back down in the face of danger; I doubled down. I finally moved my hand, but only to give my cock a long stroke from base to tip. She licked her lips but didn’t look away.
Reaching behind her, Oakley produced the dildo, dragging it down her chest and between her perfect breasts. I watched, utterly transfixed. The dildo stopped just above her ridiculous excuse for shorts. She bit her lip and my dick jumped. The tip of the dildo breached the waistband—and she whipped the curtains closed again, blocking her from my view.
“No!” I yelled out loud. “What a damn tease!”
I flopped back on my bed when it became clear she wasn’t coming out again. The ceiling fan twirled lazily above me, undisturbed by my outburst. It wasn’t lost on me she’d merely been giving back what she got. I’d been teasing her since the day we’d met. And fuck if she didn’t raise the score just now.
And that excited me more than seeing her beautiful body. I pushed my shorts down and took my problem in hand, picturing Oakley framed in that doorway, only my hands and dick replaced the damn dildo. It wasn’t long before I was groaning her name, knowing even then I wouldn’t be able to get her out of my head.
I had to face the facts.
I was head over ass in love with Oakley Waldo.
The next morning, I’d had enough. Yeah, I loved my job and didn’t want to jeopardize it, but I also couldn’t see myself pretending about my feelings for Oakley any longer. I had to tease her like a second-grade schoolboy or I’d explode.
The sun was barely peeking through the pine trees when I walked outside and got Oakley’s newspaper. The air held a chill in the mornings, but I didn’t bother putting on a shirt. I knew how much Oakley liked my muscles. I’d barely hit her doorstep when her door cracked open. Oakley opened her mouth on a yawn, her eyes screwed shut. Even half asleep, her hair remained constrained in a messy ponytail. What did a guy have to do to see that hair down around her shoulders again? I’d had to keep my hands in my pockets the entire time I’d been at that damn baby shower just to keep from reaching out and feeling the loose strands.
Oakley bumped right into my chest, pinging off and hitting the doorframe.
“Wyatt!” Her eyes shot open, and she lifted her cup of coffee in the air to keep it from spilling on her. “Wh—what?”
“Good morning, sunshine.” I made sure to flex the pecs and the abs. Give her as good a show as she’d given me last night. I tossed the paper at her and she fumbled to catch it one-handed. “Figured you’d be worn out from using my gift last night.”
Then I spun on my heel and sauntered back to my place. I could practically feel her gaze on my ass while she sputtered. The only response I got was a growl and the sound of the door slamming behind me.
She was in fine ice-queen form when we both got to work, her little nose in the air and her gaze never quite meeting mine. I smirked, deriving great pleasure from keeping her on her toes. God knew her little peep show in the window last night had left a lasting impression. One I’d be reliving for years to come. She deserved all the teasing I had planned for today and more.
“Waldo, Smith,” Sheriff Locke barked from inside his office.
We both changed course and headed in to see him. My gut churned for a second before I realized I couldn’t be in trouble for fraternizing with a coworker when it had only happened in my dreams.
“I’ve got a big case I need you two helping me with.”
“Anything, Sheriff,” Oakley responded before I could.
He kept going, the gravity in his voice making my ears perk up. “The Emerald Triangle has essentially shifted south with legalization of marijuana in the state. Only trouble is, some growers are using weed as a front to distribute illegal drugs. One county over, they’ve had some busts with kids looking to score some weed and end up walking away with the hard stuff. I need you to keep your eye out for anyone growing or storing marijuana who doesn’t have a grower’s license, and even those who do have a license. Anything suspicious, I want to know about it.” He raised a bushy eyebrow. “I won’t tolerate drugs being sold to kids in my county.”
“Yes, sir,” Oakley answered, looking more serious than I’d ever seen her, which was saying a lot.
I nodded as well, following her out the door and to our cruiser. I turned over that new information in my head. Maybe that encounter with Ben a few weeks ago had been more than a simple weed deal. Wouldn’t surprise me if he was looking to score something a little more designer. Hell, if Oakley knew what kind of shit I’d been into in my past life, she’d push me out of the cruiser and never talk to me again. I didn’t condone selling drugs to kids either, but I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t tried every drug out there at least once in my partying days.
But that was in the past. Lieutenant Wyatt Smith was all about keeping his nose clean, and if that meant I had to arrest people from my former life, so be it. Just as long as Oakley never found out about my past.
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Wyatt
“No pressure, but we’re already behind. We could really use some points right now, Oakley.” I nudged her with my elbow as she stared out at the baseball field with a death grip on the bat. It was a good thing we weren’t alone. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to keep my hands off her otherwise. Short, cut-off jean shorts showing off her curvy legs and a long-sleeve baseball shirt were killing me.
“You’re up, Lee!” Sheriff bellowed from the dugout.
Oakley lurched forward and made her way to the batter’s box on wooden legs. She’d only made it to one practice, and she’d been awful, but I never would have taken her for the stage fright type of person. I couldn’t help but chuckle at her lackluster practice swing. She basically telegraphed to the whole opposing team that she was the weak link. Shit, I’d only meant to tease her about scoring points, not demoralize her.
